The Power of Holding Hands

[SuiteDisney]

A Chicken Soup for the Soul story
By Rabbi Harold Kushner

I was sitting on a beach one summer day, watching two children, a boy and a girl, playing in the sand. They were hard at work building an elaborate sandcastle by the water's edge, with gates and towers and moats and internal passages. Just when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand. I expected the children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. But they surprised me. Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water, laughing and holding hands, and sat down to build another castle. I realized that they had taught me an important lesson. All the things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spent so much time and energy creating, are built on sand. Only our relationships to other people endure. Sooner or later, the wave will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh.

 

[dizneenut]

 

[glo]

Laura how aboslutely beautiful.....and if you are lucky enough to have a person like that to hold your hand....hold on tight and don't let go....... because not everyone is that fortunate....

 

[Eeyore1954]

I am grateful EVERY day for my dear DW -- who for over 25 years now and going strong -- still holds my hand everywhere we go! No matter how bad a day I might have, all she has to do is take my hand in hers and somehow things start to seem better.

 

[Towncrier]

What a great story. And how true. On my first date with Sue, she reached out and held my hand as we were walking through the mall. I wanted that more than a kiss at the end of our date. Someone to hold hands with me. That was more important that EVERYTHING else. After all these years I still enjoy holding her hand, and the hands of my children.